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  1. Culdesac

    down here on the path 
    beside the railroad tracks
    with the freight train
    slowly going by
    the urge to hop on one
    of the gravel laden cars
    and let it take me
    far away from here
    is almost overpowering

    as usual i do not
    make the leap and
    later i find myself
    walking past the old man
    with a broom sweeping
    the street to where the path
    turns back upon itself
    out past the little girl
    on her mama's back
    who says hi

    i try to smile in return
    but all i can think about
    is how did i ever get so lost

    July 9, 2015

    #almostLeaving #brokenRoad #childGreeting #ContemplativeWriting #Depression #Displacement #emotionalHonesty #escape #findingTheWay #freightTrain #gettingLost #humanEncounter #innerExile #Journey #Loneliness #longing #lostness #Melancholy #noOutlet #oldManSweeping #ordinaryGrace #pathMetaphor #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #ProsePoem #railroadTracks #sadness #searching #slowTrain #SpiritualReflection #staying #streetScene #urbanPoetry #walkingPath #wandering #wayfaring #WordPressTagsLost #Writing
  2. Culdesac

    down here on the path 
    beside the railroad tracks
    with the freight train
    slowly going by
    the urge to hop on one
    of the gravel laden cars
    and let it take me
    far away from here
    is almost overpowering

    as usual i do not
    make the leap and
    later i find myself
    walking past the old man
    with a broom sweeping
    the street to where the path
    turns back upon itself
    out past the little girl
    on her mama's back
    who says hi

    i try to smile in return
    but all i can think about
    is how did i ever get so lost

    July 9, 2015

    #almostLeaving #brokenRoad #childGreeting #ContemplativeWriting #Depression #Displacement #emotionalHonesty #escape #findingTheWay #freightTrain #gettingLost #humanEncounter #innerExile #Journey #Loneliness #longing #lostness #Melancholy #noOutlet #oldManSweeping #ordinaryGrace #pathMetaphor #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #ProsePoem #railroadTracks #sadness #searching #slowTrain #SpiritualReflection #staying #streetScene #urbanPoetry #walkingPath #wandering #wayfaring #WordPressTagsLost #Writing
  3. Engraving from Johannes Faulhaber’s <i>Newe geometrische vnd perspektiuische Inuentiones</i> (1610), showing Platonic solids hanging in a workshop. (1610), from Newe geometrische vnd perspektiuische Inuentiones
    .

    Source: New York Public Library

    pdimagearchive.org/images/a78a

    #mathematics #globes #cartography #exploration #perspective #euclid #polyhedra #geometry #melancholy #art #publicdomain

  4. Engraving from Johannes Faulhaber’s <i>Newe geometrische vnd perspektiuische Inuentiones</i> (1610), showing Platonic solids hanging in a workshop. (1610), from Newe geometrische vnd perspektiuische Inuentiones
    .

    Source: New York Public Library

    pdimagearchive.org/images/a78a

    #mathematics #globes #cartography #exploration #perspective #euclid #polyhedra #geometry #melancholy #art #publicdomain

  5. Two Hundred Fifty Years of What, and What For?

    A drummer boy surfaced in my pocket change this week, on a quarter so worn his tricorn hat has gone soft at the edges. The Mint struck him by the hundreds of millions for the Bicentennial, Jack Ahr's little colonial drummer with the dual date 1776-1976 stamped beneath his heels, and fifty years later he still turns up in laundromats and bodegas like a veteran who never quite made it home. I was eleven when that coin was new. Holding it on a Tuesday in Jersey City, the day the country turns two hundred fifty, I felt the whole distance between that summer and this one settle into my palm, small and cold. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/07/04/two-

  6. Two Hundred Fifty Years of What, and What For?

    A drummer boy surfaced in my pocket change this week, on a quarter so worn his tricorn hat has gone soft at the edges. The Mint struck him by the hundreds of millions for the Bicentennial, Jack Ahr's little colonial drummer with the dual date 1776-1976 stamped beneath his heels, and fifty years later he still turns up in laundromats and bodegas like a veteran who never quite made it home. I was eleven when that coin was new. Holding it on a Tuesday in Jersey City, the day the country turns two hundred fifty, I felt the whole distance between that summer and this one settle into my palm, small and cold. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/07/04/two-

  7. The Ache

    The ache dullens not

    Despite the passing hours

    It remains fresh as ever

    It is happy to exist

    Not demanding an end

    As if it too has a right to exist

    Like any other thing in this world.

    Ask not what the ache is about’

    It is at once about everything

    And at once about nothing

    The kind of ache that exists

    In a breast far from its origins.

    #Melancholy #Poem #Poetry #Sorrow #Suffering #TheAche
  8. There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back. Well, tell her that I miss our little talks

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5F2glz-eoAM

    There's an old voice in my head
    That's holding me back
    Well, tell her that I miss our little talks

    From Mari Ruti’s The Call of Character pg 150:

    In other words, if it is sometimes hard to discard the past because the pain of this past haunts our present, it can also be hard to give up a past that has been particularly rewarding; it can be hard to surrender what has brought a great deal of satisfaction. Yet if we are to give fresh editions of ourselves a chance, we must find a way of doing so. Life asks us to mourn each passing incarnation of the self. This amounts to a lifetime of mourning. There will always be regrets and misgivings. We tend to get nostalgic about parts of our past that made us happy. And we tend to grieve the loss of certain opportunities: we lament having made this choice rather than that, of having taken this turn rather than that. But most of all, we mourn those aspects of ourselves that we are forced to renounce because they have become redundant. Sometimes our mourning is so intense that we cannot bring it to a timely conclusion but instead form melancholy attachments to dimensions of ourselves that are largely obsolete.

    #loss #melancholy #past
  9. In the Darkness, I mend

    Sharing my old notes from May 11, 2026 I walked in the darkness, consuming my entire soul, my life filled with negativity, and struggling to find the light to brighten my spirit. I walked through the narrow road. I felt empty, lost, and alone. My heart was full of melancholy. I lost my spark and gradually lost hope. How I wish to disappear, for a moment to breathe, to mend myself again. But that's life. Life goes on. It never stops, even though you are lost in the labyrinth. It never stops, […]

    personalblog5177.wordpress.com

  10. In the Darkness, I mend

    Sharing my old notes from May 11, 2026 I walked in the darkness, consuming my entire soul, my life filled with negativity, and struggling to find the light to brighten my spirit. I walked through the narrow road. I felt empty, lost, and alone. My heart was full of melancholy. I lost my spark and gradually lost hope. How I wish to disappear, for a moment to breathe, to mend myself again. But that's life. Life goes on. It never stops, even though you are lost in the labyrinth. It never stops, […]

    personalblog5177.wordpress.com

  11. North: ROOTS

    pull marshmallow #roots
    summer's natural sugar
    winter's hot cocoa

    South: MELANCHOLY

    the #melancholy
    echoes of an empty house
    snow falls quietly

    #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

  12. North: ROOTS

    pull marshmallow #roots
    summer's natural sugar
    winter's hot cocoa

    South: MELANCHOLY

    the #melancholy
    echoes of an empty house
    snow falls quietly

    #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

  13. .

    Title: REF13

    Beacons of light
    Islands of hope

    A part of my latest project, REFLECTIONS! My BEST and most PERSONAL.

    STEP INTO my mirror and enjoy my REFLECTIONS!

    jresin.se

    #reflections
    #bwphotography
    #melancholy
    #monochrome
    #bnw